Yesterday was supposed to be the Big Day, Gary!

Was I excited?  I couldn't tell all day.
Was I nervous?  YES.
Why?  I don't really know.

Yesterday, Austin and I were supposed to find out what we were having.  As expected, this child was too stubborn to move into an position that would afford us a peek at what was between the legs, or even at who the kid might look like.  That's right, NO profile picture either.  I was given a CD with pictures that the technician took "for me."  When I opened it: pictures of body parts...while it is good to know that they are all there and working, they aren't exactly the "cute" photos we were expecting.  I'll give you this one though:

My Bump, My Bump...

`My lovely Baby Bump. Check it out!

If you can, continue reading the rest of this post in an annoying "Fergie" voice.  Thanks :)

Well, I am four and a half months along, ladies and gentlemen.
I have been stuck in a very uncomfortable state of "I'm pregnant but it kind of just looks like I ate too many fries and can't suck Barbara in anymore".
After talking to my brother's girlfriend about "showing,"  she suggested that I start taking pictures (which I have avoided thus far because of how I feel) then I might be able to see that I may just be showing after all.  So this morning, as I was getting ready for the day, I took a good look at myself and realized, I look prego.  WIN.  I have a legitimate baby bump:

Dear Heartburn,

We need to talk...

You and I haven't really gotten acquainted much over the last 26 years.  We've known of each other, had a few brief interactions, but never really had a chance to get to know each other well.  I was never sad about that.  I was happy that we kept our distance.  For you to just attack me when my back was turned, well, that was just low.  This needs to stop.  I don't appreciate the stalking, the creepy late-night visits, or that you've interrupted my meals numerous times in the last couple of weeks.  Just who do you think you are?!  

Happy "I'm a Mother?!"'s Day

I have been celebrated on Mother's Day before, as my role as tláakw' or dláak' to my nieces and nephews.  It has always been a special day for me, but this one was so bizarre to me.  

Boy or Girl? (Pt. II) - LONG DAY.

Well faithful readers, you heard me make the announcement on Sunday that this was the week that we would find out what we are having.  Unfortunately, thanks to "a possible miscommunication" according to the [insert adjective here] folks at our clinic, all of that has changed.  Try to imagine our disappointment...

Boy or Girl?

Finals are over and now I can start attending to all of the baby thoughts, ideas, plans, and curiosities that have plagued my brain (and proved quite distracting) this last semester.  I am four months along now.  That means I've had a good three months of distraction.  That also means that I have a mear five months to get ready for this baby.  As I get more excited about it, and the shock is wearing down, people are eager to get the 4-1-1 on how I'm feeling and ask lots of questions.  The big questions?  "What are you having?"  "When do you find out?"  "Do you want a boy or girl?!"  The answer has become quite simple...

When Your Léelkw' Finds Out You're Pregnant

Léelkw' = Grandparent

Today, at Wooch.een's Annual Native Graduation Celebration we celebrated the indigenous graduates of all levels (including my baby daddy).  Family, friends, UAS faculty and staff, community members all gathered to acknowledge and praise these fine students who did somethings pretty amazing.  As folks start to pour in from the rain and wind of Juneau, Wooch.een club members greeted everyone with warm smiles and often hugs.  It was a great celebration from the moment our first guest joined us.

Finals Week

I've one final project due this week, but with the amount of stress I feel, it feels like a million and one.